11.25.20

channelling the nectar

I burn I burn I burn

to express

to explain

to hold, not

my ripening fruit

orange green blue

into the ceiling

grows for you

my gaze

drips magic

back and forth

it hurts full and empty

we drop we drop we drop

it hurts full and empty

back and forth

drips magic

my gaze

grows for you

into the ceiling

orange green blue

my ripening fruit

to hold, not

to explain

to express

I burn I burn I burn

channelling the nectar